Thursday, August 16, 2012

Notes from the Edinburgh International Book Festival: Day Four

The Edinburgh International Book Festival has finally arrived! I'll be hanging out there for the rest of the week and posting highlights from author events each day. I wrote a few weeks ago about the books I needed to read by now. I haven't managed all of them but I've put a comfortable dent in the pile. My Kindle couldn't have chosen a more inopportune time to break, but at least it's given me a nice excuse to peruse the Charlotte Square bookshop between shows.

Tuesday, August 14

David Bellos
English translator of French author Georges Perec's novels as well as the 2005 Man Booker Prize winner for translation. 

The event was roughly centred around Bellos' new book Is That a Fish in Your Ear? (a nod to Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). It's still on my pile, but if it's anywhere near as interesting as Bellos in person, it'll be a witty and insightful read. With every sentence he uttered I felt an increasing number of neurons fizzing in my brain. It was fascinating stuff.

Bellos' profound observation: Translation presupposes we're all different because we speak different languages, but that we're inherently the same, because the same meanings and emotions have to exist in each language to be translatable.

Greatest misconception: that translators provide a word for word interpretation of the original work: "a literal translation is an oxymoron, a nonsense." When you translate the salutation "how are you?" you translate the meaning of the words, not the literal interpretation, and so it is with a book or a film.

Fascinating fact: The way conference translators (who mainly work for the U.N) have to listen and speak (in another language no less) at the same time. If you want to see how difficult it is, watch the news one night and repeat word for word what each person says. Humans are programmed to speak, then listen, so the brain power required to do both is phenomenal.

Questions I came away with: How much of the translator goes into each work? How challenging is it to replicate the author's style in another language?

Hilary Mantel
Mantel discussed and performed a reading from her latest novel Bring Up the Bodies, the second book in a trilogy about Thomas Cromwell, which began with Wolf Hall and will end with The Mirror and the Light.

I could've listened to Hilary Mantel speak for much longer than an hour. Her brain power shines out of her like a beacon.

My light bulb moment: When Mantel read almost by heart. It was a strange revelation, that the brilliant sentences she was stringing together were the product of her own mind.  Usually the author/reader relationship is a shadowy one, so it was a thrill to hear from the person who produced such a work.

Inspirational words: There are heaps to choose from, but what resonated most was Mantel's commitment to working at the edge of her ability. It was a theme she returned to over and again during  the hour. It's easy to settle for what's safe, but what then would be the point of getting on your horse? (a reference to her girlhood dream of becoming a knight errant.)

Best insight into her craft: Her description of how King Henry VIII came to fall in love with Jane Seymour. Henry had known Jane for years, so how did he come to view her in a romantic light? "My job is to make sense of what's happening on a human level." She says a romantic novelist would've placed the reader in the garden at Wolf Hall with Jane and Henry as they wandered. But she wanted to draw the reader into the nuances of history. When Thomas Cromwell looks down at them through the wobble in the glass, that's a real historical blip. Figures are in your sightline for one minute, and then bob out. You have to keep changing your position.

Each day photographer Chris Close puts up candid and beautiful shots of authors. Colm Toibin's genuine belly laugh is my favourite out of this lot.


Tomorrow: highlights from Alexander McCall Smith's laugh a minute appearance.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Literary London

I wandered down Charing Cross Road yesterday and into book heaven. Here are a few of the bookshops I came across. 

Soho Original Books, Henry Pordes Books, Any Amount of Books. Charing Cross Road, London.
I bought John Banville's new release Ancient Light at Foyle's Bookshop, host to multiple author appearances and home to a cafe. What a book lover's dream! In Olympic spirit my friend Lucy and I had to find the five bananas hidden around the room for a chance at a free coffee. Neither of us drink coffee, but we failed nonetheless. 

Wandering around Whitechapel and Shoreditch I came across the 200 year old man himself, Charles Dickens, and an olde worlde book fayre poster. 


If you have any ideas for more literary London haunts I should visit, let me know!


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

RIP Margaret Mahy

Farewell Margaret Mahy. The prolific children's book author died yesterday at age 76 following a short battle with cancer. Her name has been synonymous with bedtime for generations of people around the world. Her wacky stories about pirates, lions and witches enriched the dream lands of us all.

The Witch in the Cherry Tree is my best loved Margaret Mahy book. I also have fond memories of reading Underunners as an eight year old, and how much did we all want a lion to live in our meadow?

Here's an obituary by the Guardian, one from her friend Graeme Beattie, and one on Stuff






Saturday, July 21, 2012

Booked Out in New England

New England is a book lover's treat. About a million amazing authors, past and present, called it home (Louisa M. Alcott being my fav), and around every corner almost, you'll stumble across a new book shop or library to feast your eyes upon. Here are a few I saw.


Harvard Book Store is a bibliophile's paradise. It sells a tonne of remainders (books that are going out of production or getting a new cover) for insanely cheap prices.The most expensive was five dollars. My arms ached with the effort of not rushing to the counter, tomes piled high. 

Around the corner from Harvard Book Store is the Harvard/MIT Coop, founded by students in 1882. Four floors of books. Nuff said.


I was admiring the architecture in Copley Square, Boston when the downpour hit. I looked up for shelter and there in front of me stood the Public Library. Angels sang a heavenly chorus as I dashed in to appreciate the decadent interior and the stunning court yard.
I found this book in the Coop. I'm getting one. Any ideas for where and what, post them in the comments! Until next time lovely reader.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Revisiting University: Five Books Based on Campus

There's something exciting about visiting the world's great universities. It could be because I'm a nerd who gets overwhelmed by all the great minds who've studied there, or perhaps it's because it brings back sordid fictional moments. Each campus based book I've read has dished out the perfect dose of intrigue. Universities offer just the right setting for writers looking for spooky corners in old buildings for their characters to chance upon a mysterious book or conduct a secret love affair.

Yesterday I visited Harvard University in Cambridge Massachussetts, which boasts two of the most fabulous bookshops I've ever encountered. I'll do a follow up post with some pictures tomorrow.

The prestigious college got me thinking though, about my favourite novels set at or defined by university. Here are five of them.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Secret History is dripping with every imaginable sin: murder, bacchanalia, greed and gluttony. Richard Papen has come to fictional Hampden College in Vermont (based on Tartt's alma mater Bennington College) on a scholarship and is desperate to ingratiate himself into an exclusive group of Classics students. When he finds his opening he becomes involved in a killing that rents apart their relationships with one another. Just writing about it makes me crave the story again.


Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Waugh examines the decay of the English upper class by training his microscope on Charles Ryder, now a British army captain whose unit sets up camp at Brideshead in the 1940s. The run down old mansion was once the home of his closest friend, the erratic Sebastian Flyte. Charles flashes back to their days at Oxford and the tragic turns their lives have taken since.


The Stranger's Child by Alan Hollinghurst

There are numerous tributes to Brideshead Revisited in Hollinghurst's latest novel. It begins with a dinner at Two Acres, the run down old home of Cambridge man George Sawle, who has returned with his friend Cecil Valance for the holidays. The pair are friends "in the Cambridge way"and while the novel isn't explicitly set at the university, its legacy permeates the story which jumps from pre WWI to the present day.


White Noise by Don Delillo

White Noise is a masterpiece of postmodern satire. Set in a small mid-western American town, college professor Jack Gladley is the originator of Hitler Studies in North America, despite being a non-German speaker. He and his wife Babette's obsession with death culminates when they're caught up in an "air born toxic event," the symptoms of which include sweaty palms and episodes of deja vu. 


The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

Kostova's original rendering of the Dracula tale (a father and daughter pursue the vampire through Eastern Europe) is all it should be - suspenseful, spine tingly and unreadable at night (too spooky). Some of its most memorable scenes occur in the libraries at Oxford and Harvard respectively. This is another book you'll find yourself obsessively re-reading.

Have you got any campus based books to add to my list?

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Edinburgh International Book Festival Preparations

The Edinburgh International Book Festival is fast approaching and my excitement is bubbling. I've got one glorious week to soak up the Scottish city's party atmosphere (the Fringe and the Edinburgh International Festival are on at the same time.)

John Banville
All the events I'm going to though mean a lot of preparatory reading. So every train, car or plane ride from here to Edinburgh will be a silent affair for my other half.

Here are the events I'm hoping to attend and the books I'll read for them:

David Bellos talks about the art of translation and his book Is That a Fish in Your Ear?

2005 Man Booker winner John Banville discusses his new novel Ancient Light.

Alexandra Harris and John Mullan compare and contrast the works of Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen. Thankfully I've read most of Austen's works but I'll need to brush up on Woolf before I attend this one.

Jane Austen
Claire Tomalin explores the life of Charles Dickens, a workaholic journalist, father of ten and tireless traveller. You can always read more Dickens (the man was an astoundingly prolific writer for having that many children!) Next on my list are Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities and Pickwick Papers.

Peter Millar's Slow Train to Guantanamo is a rail odyssey through Cuba. I'm fascinated by this country (it'll be my next trip) so this should be a great read.

Bosnia links Janine de Giovanni and Ed Vulliamy. They'll talk about their respective books Ghosts by Daylight and War is Dead, Long Live the War. The event may branch out onto the need to rethink war reporting in the light of Marie Colvin's death.

Elliot Perlman's The Street Sweeper has been on my radar for a long time so his event with Kirsty Gunn (The Big Music) is a great excuse to finally sit down with it.

Irvine Welsh's Trainspotting trilogy is completed with his prequel Skagboys. The ghastly and revolting imagery of Trainspotting still lingers with me. Skagboys promises to be a goodie.

Wow - that's a giant reading list in just four weeks. I'll let you know how I go with it. Have you read any of the above? 

Thursday, July 12, 2012

New York Literary Pickings

Since I visited Ashdown Forest in England last year, I thought I'd round off my Winnie the Pooh pilgrimage by viewing the original toys at the New York Public Library.



Unfortunately staff haven't taken down an old display telling visitors the stuffed animals are located elsewhere. I spent two hours wandering around midtown trying to find this mysterious place before ending up back at the main library to be told "oh that building was destroyed, they're now on the ground floor"



While on my mission I happened across the library's 5th Avenue neighbour Bryant Park. It's an outdoor oasis in the midst of the urban bustle. Those lounging on its green space looked like they'd stepped straight out of Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. And the rat race meant nothing to those seeking shade on its cute little chairs in the Reading Room. The outdoor reading space replicates the original that opened in 1935 as a response to the Depression Era, to benefit out of work intellectuals.



I stopped for some lunch at a Japanese tea room that doubles as a book shop.



Later on, while visiting the art galleries in Chelsea (from the bottom of the High Line this time), I looked up to read a message that seemed specially for me.